Wake up, head rush Cold hands, cold touch Sober again All fast, all slow All indigo Over again So I Try and keep moving in straight lines But I'm pushed, pulled til I can't find Any trace of who I really was before I wanna be free from this Or do I? Or do I? Do I? Stand still, hot touch Hot blood, hot blush Burning red All fast, all slow All indigo Inside my head So I Try and keep writing the same lines And I'm still chasing the same highs No trace of what it is I'm fighting for So I Go slow into the unknown I'll hold on to the echo Any trace of what it is I'm living for I wanna be free from this Or do I? Or do I? Do I? I wanna believe in this But do I? But do I? Do I? No, no, no I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I don't wanna know I wanna be free from this But do I? Or do I? Do I? I wanna believe in this But do I? Or do I? Or do I?